Last months, I walked into Footlocker at Westfield Southcenter Mall and after skimming the gallery for aboot 50 seconds, i said the the little mexican kid,
"Where's any heat at? This is all shiit!" Don't know what i was wearing, but it wasn't anything putrid like the entire inside of that store.
And the teenage employee with the trendy fade with perm just kinda shrugged and couldn't answer my question. Him, his cohorts and management most likely backdoored everything. So I'm glad nike is pulling out. DTC is a blessing, especially somebody who prefers personalized shiit anyway. If that's how it works.
Any who, knowing the alledged shady business practice (that almost every sneaker enterprise is guilty for, not just relegated to FTL) was prolly the catalyst for my reaction that day (that, along with being slightly tipsy cuz I always have a full flask/bottle of tequila/whisky in the whip for saturday afternoon driving and shopping - when I told y'all i was going out like Jimmy Dean/Paul Walker, i wasn't kidding).
But it's fukk Footlocker.
On the same trip, I also almost went off on those kiosk sneaker cleaners. Dude asked me if he could perform a demonstration. Harmless. But i hate being harassed when i'm shopping so i reacted like a dyck and said,
"First off, these are plastic shoes, what do you wanna see? And I really don't need your cleaning products because detergent and water has been doing the trick for longer than your ass has been born!!!"
I think my attitude that evening demonstrated a much deeper issue than just reacting to dumb kids employed at the mall working for their buck a change.
For several decades, going to the gym meant excitement, preparing to get a glance at upcoming releases in the glass boxes or building rapport with FTL employees that would give me discos on newly released joints. That was just as recent as the masters and flu games a few years ago and essentially every big release prior, i was guaranteed a pair (braggadocio aside, my name/appearance used to ring bells, employees used to walk up to dap/show love/talk about kicks, it was my Saturday sanctuary... but the pandemicals changed the landscape and everything a long with it; I stopped going for a while because shiit starting going awry/things got sketchy when folks quit/retired and a few years later... now nobody knows who i am. Just an obscure middle aged choad... so sad mode).
My problem is that i still live in the past. Oops. I still feel entitled to it. Don't axe me how. hee hee.
Left the store that day, put my Beats By Bruce Leeroy bluetoof headphones that day and proceeded to speedwalk thru the mall. That may have been my last hurrah there.
Will be performing this activity again today.
This time, I'm going to pretend my mom is with me, enjoy an extra medium strawberry banana Orange Jewlius for the culture and NOT visit any tennis shoe stores because i don't want my day ruined.
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